Tilting Earth

Tilting earth: 

it's winter now, maybe not officially by date, but the bite of cold tells me so. This isn't my favorite time of year, and each season seems to remind me why earlier still. Cold is just more difficult for me now, sinking deeper into my bones, and the chill doesn't seem to leave me until summer is fully on. Winter just feels longer for me than ever before - and my interior landscape reflects this mood as well.

it's a hard season for me.

as it is for so many.

and yet with each passing year I'm able to settle into this discomfort, not happily so, but with a sense that what's present is the only possible scenario and won't change until the earth tilts closer to the sun. I'm okay with that not, there's no battle against the cold nor demand for the earth to hurry in its tilting. The season is here for its duration - and just this acceptance brings an ease of mind. 

it's that simple.

nothing has to change to suit me.

life remains beautiful through harsh cold as well as blazing sun. 

and as my mind accepts this,

easing in its judgement,

I settle into a great forgiveness, one that eases my body's grievance against the cold, no bitter complaints against the icy sweep of wind. I forgive the world for being the world...

tilting earth and all. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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For Now, It's Rain

For now, it's rain: 

it appears there's going to be another three days of inclement weather ahead. I should just mange to get my first early walk in before this latest streak of steady rain begins. Every outing thereafter seems to hold the promise being wet throughout my morning excursions. It's going to be fairly unpleasant, or mostly so, as no matter the rain gear worn there's always wet feet incurred from countless puddles, raindrops somehow leaking in through unsuspected ways, and shoes and jackets that never really completely dry before the next walk arrives. Some walks are absolutely miserable, and no amount of positive affirmations can possibly tell me otherwise. But even the worst weather is an opportunity of exploring nature, a true adventure just outside my front door, and I'm always eager for the experience itself, as being miserable means I'm in the thick of life, immersed in the joy of what every moment offers. 

and for now, it's rain.

I'm absolutely fine with that, even if it's not my preference.

as the rain holds a certain magic too.

for one, I mostly have this time alone, with few others venturing outside to face these downpours. I love solitary mornings, and a rainstorm presents the perfect opportunity to embrace this aloneness. As well, there's nourishment to these storms, as if springs arrival is washing the last remnants of winter away and the world will suddenly blossom in the colors of this season. There's magic happening right now, every raindrop meeting the earth as a blessing, and if I venture out, no matter how unpleasant, I meet this magic head on, blessed by the storm, baptized for the arrival of a new season. 

it's well worth a few unpleasant moments.

because for now, it's rain...

and it holds a magic of its own

~

Peace, Eric

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Spring Arrives

Spring arrives: 

this is when spring truly begins for me, this stretch of time in earliest April and days in a row of heavy rain. It's raw outside, the touch of winter barely kept at bay, and yet tomorrow the sky will clear and the sun will offer warming rays - this is the exactly when spring arrives, as life responds to this moment, and everything becomes alive within the air, offering its best bloom and finest shade of early green. 

spring has arrived.

and life bursts open.

displaying the grace of what's been occurring through days of heavy rain.

this always gives me faith in the power of unseen things, that even as winter has a deep hold across the landscape there's still the slightest stir of life beneath the surface, the potentiality of a blossom even now in motion. Nothing is ever really dormant, that's just a state of slowed energy that's biding for the right conditions of its glorious display. 

I have faith in the unseen things of springs arrival, knowing that every present event is a mask of preparation, necessary for what's eventually to be shown. With this in mind I no longer wish a rush through winter, even as it seems to linger past its given season. Nature has a wisdom to its agenda and my story of time and schedules doesn't always fit within its plan. 

I'm learning to keep pace with the unseen things of nature. 

trusting in the heavy rains that life sometimes offers.

and with that...

it seems that spring has now arrived. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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